Greenbelt, hymns and beer

Blogpost by Paul Roberts

At nine o’clock, something happened. The ‘landlord’ of the tent, a stocky man with a gloriously loud and gruff voice, introduced something called hymns and beer: ‘in this place, we sing hymns – and we drink beer!’ A little keyboard struck up, and we were off with And can it be

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